I'm on (Yes, okay)
New religion, I'm depressed
Joy Division, rock band
Rehab junkie I spent $20 Coppins [?]
I'm not a cop out, I don't cop, please
I'm on game time, you are not me
This a frank line, you can't rock these prophecies of a drop fee
Pop, pop, pop!
If you let off shots, make sure you drop the top, please
I'm too broke for Dear [?], but this jewelry still can choking, nigga
You and all your [?] looking out like we got Joker with us, Batman
Quarter to a half [?], I'm the only rapper who won't beef with Black Man
Sheesh, I need a bitch with face tats, toxic coochie, never loose, wave cap
That's a bar, play it back
Told you my namе isn't Jay Mack
Told you that my niggas stay strapped
Bullets gon stop [?] no brake pad
No my producеr from way back
But, no, these niggas ain't never gon listen
None of my money is [?], profits not dipping, dividends coming, they digital, crypto, currency
I need percocet and purple trees
I can't let a nigga worry me
Catch me down on 33 (Huh, yes)
One affect niggas could try
They wanna fade, niggas could try
They wanna fade, niggas could try
No CGI
This is real life, no Tony Stark
Niggas can't fly
Nigga want action, might have to slide
Might have to pull up
I got some merch you can look up
I got the percs hook up (Yes)
Niggas want fades, niggas could try
This is real life, no CGI
No Tony Stark, niggas can't fly
Nigga want action, might have to slide
Might have to pull up
I got some merch you could look up
I got the percs hook up
Feel like Benny the Butcher
Huh, yes, yes (Sheesh)
No CGI, no CGI
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